HER WEAKNESS

3.

Ingrid Pierce was stunning.

There was no other way to describe her.

She had plump, kissable lips, a body that you’d want to devour and piercing eyes that could undress you.

I squirmed a little when I realised the thoughts I just had. Dirty thoughts. I had never had them before and from the way she was looking at me it was like she could tell what I was thinking about.

“I’m sorry, I ruined your shirt.”

There was no escaping the huge coffee stain which made her shirt cling to her chest.

“It’s not ideal when you have a meeting,” she replied.

I felt awful.

“Here, let’s swap.”

We weren’t the same size at all but it would at least be better than what she had.

We both started to unbutton our shirts at the bottom of the stairwell.

I realised then how strange this was and turned my back to other a little privacy. I put my hands over my chest when I turned back around.

She was there in front of me. Not even a foot away. Her Lacy black bra exposed right in front of my eyes.

We swapped shirts. I saw the glisten of something wet on her chest and used what was now my shirt to wipe it off. I swiped lightly at it and followed its trail to the top of her breasts.

They were so round and voluptuous.

I wanted to see all of it.

I needed to see them in full.

A flash of white caught my eye and I realised Ingrid had placed the shirt of her arms.

What was wrong with me today?

Why did they dirty thoughts keep coming to mind.

I stepped back and put the stained shirt on, when I finished the last button I looked up to see Ingrid watching me with a smile on my face.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Am- Amy.” I stuttered.

She stepped forward and I stepped back until my back hit the wall. There was no were to go.

“Well, Amy,” she said, slithering her arm until it was on my hip. She pulled me close and within seconds her lips were on mine. One minute I felt her and the next minute her lips were gone.

“Thank you.”

She turned and left, leaving me with my mouth agape.

My lips were tingling and I realised that I wasn’t shocked because of what happened but because I wished the kiss had lasted longer.

Now I was really late.

I got up to my department and tried every excuse in the book except for the truth because who would believe that but my boss Mr Jicks wouldn’t have it and gave me a strike. I tried my best all day to stay on his good behaviour. Whatever he said I did without complaint.

“New girl, come here.”

I ran straight over to him. “The boss wants to see you.”

I followed him into the office and there she was sat at her desk with my shirt that was too tight around her cleavage and she was smirking at me.

“Hello again, Amy.”